Of course, that also didn’t change the fact that Arthur had every intention of dragging Merlin on a hunting trip very soon (the next day)and getting him to reveal the truth to him. No more secrets.
In the meantime, since he had resolved things towards his manservant in his own head and heart, he could now face the other problem that plagued him: Morgana.
He had always had an interesting relationship with his—Arthur stifled a shudder—half-sister. It was hard to even think, much less put into words out loud. In the time that they had known each other, they had travelled the spectrum of outright hatred to light flirting before finally landing on sibling like bickering and rivalry—and loyalty. He paused at that thought, before nodding slowly. While Morgana was usually the first to point out his shortcomings, she was also the first to stand beside him when he needed her.
Of course, it was probably more to goad him on when he felt the need to stand up to Uther in some way, but then Morgana had always been more passionate—and compassionate—than Arthur was.
Being Uther’s ward was a sore point with her; she was treated like a princess, kept in her tower like a precious jewel, but she had no real power or authority. Her marriage would be an arranged one, likely with some high ranking lord or petty prince that Uther wanted to bring under the Pendragon banner, and even then, she would never have true power or control over her life or lands. They would be in her husband’s name, and would fall back to Camelot in the event of his death.
However, if she were princess of Camelot in truth…Arthur’s eyes narrowed. Grabbing a scrap of parchment, he began sketching out his plan, coming up with all possibly scenarios and objections that he could think of and ways to counter them. Hours later, he sat back with a satisfied sigh, regarding his handiwork. Now all he had to do was convince his father…